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He doesn't smile at me like he used too He doesn't enjoy our time together anymore He doesn't save my pictures, not even the best ones. In the beginning he was who I wanted and he showed me that he wanted me, but now I feel like he doesn't care As if I was a piece of plastic that he found and kept until he found a recycling bin As if this was a game for him Who can crumble the other first? Who can pin the mess on the problem? There's not much more I can give him. I've given him my trust, love and loyalty. The younger me would look and be disgusted with myself today After all the insults, lies and manipulation I don't know how long I can fight for a future that doesn't have a chance to survive.